Made it….rush to the laughing club…go to back of hotel, and walk along beach by the Marriott, and you see this regular group at 7 am. Indian exercises are different, and all to do with joints, and loosening them , and flexibility with little cardio.
So we saw only a few joggers amidst a sea of early morning walkers on the beach.
Beach not clean, champals a must!
I got a further insight into Eastern obesity, it appears mostly around the size of the tumbho , and consistent with the storage requirements of the high carb, and frequency of food.
It’s no use talking about a problem without a solution for reducing the rotund tummy and one of them is this. I think it is called anulom vilom, wherein ( such an Indian word) you breathe in quick, and blow out fast. Do that at least 20 times daily and see the result. You might even discover your inner Self! This treatment works after regular effort, and only for those with the predisposition. A tip, grunt hard on exhaling! All this inner wisdom comes from the laughing club.
Alternatively, what goes in does not necessarily come out…unless you exercise.
Sadly we missed some of the laughing, but managed to do eye-ball exercises and one of the perennial favourites where you clasp your hand , stretch it upwards and say tick!
At breakfast after the usual dose of papaya with lime, porridge, and (with secrecy and denial) a masala dhoso, English tea, we waited for the deli worrys (I have deli bratly misspelt with the intended pun) at reception of the adjusted shopping.
Brevity is not a trait everybody has, and Meena sometimes lacks it except when she is angry. For example it’s pointless asking a rikshawala to take you to a place, and then telling him that we may go there and there. Man she can talk and stretch a conversation. Kavita usually remonstrates with ”Mum, why are you telling a story?”
By the way verbosity is the opposite of brevity which Meena has in abundance. It helps if you are into trivia and have all the time in the world, and phone companies love such people. Thirty years has taught me certain no go areas so I have developed selective hearing to a fine art. Family bollocking for Meena can only emanate via the children.
Prakashbhai ( remember the tailor with two wives?) persisted re his blouses Silai, and turned up and Madam agreed to give him some work. Bitcharo does not wear shoes, sandals, or slippers, for a year or so, but carries a great smile accentuated by an even larger Rajput mootch. I remembered that it is quite in order for them to have a wife or two!
So we went to pick the shopping from all the shops ( Labas in Santa Cruz, Options in Juhu, Kala Niketan in Santa Cruz, Suruchi in Juhu, Bawree in Gorakphur. We then rushed through the congestion to get to Sion, past Mahim, Bandra and Dharavi the famous slum, late again to Manisha the blouse designer.
She gave me a telling off for being late, which I had nothing to do with. We followed her into her tiny garage cum showroom and Meena and Kavita immersed into a deep discussion about the styles, and I sat mutely. Frankly, I could have easily been one of the many up collared canine variety having a siesta on the pavement!
Kavita wanted to eat, and the two of us went with the driver to Peninsula in Sion Circle ( they call roundabouts circle) an apparently fast food place which markets a large menu, but a limited available choice when inside. I had a club sandwich and Kavita had a MD (henceforth I will abbreviate more…this one is Masala Dosa).
On finishing, I somehow could not contain my satisfied satiety, and promptly released a large burp in the restaurant, to which none of the waiters or patrons flinched. It’s a free country.
So tonight is an early night as it’s Vishal’ s wedding, and I still do not know what to wear. But there are more important things to reflect about like the blast from the pasts, and the thought of slumber…..lovely….no more shopping…
Meena also told me not to call anybody Bhaiya, which means brother. She thinks it’s a colloquial reference to being gay…..somebody please help…otherwise my reputation is permanently wrecked in Mumbai.